Iggy
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~~~~The Quick Details~~~~
Name: Ignaceous Grimm Alias: 'Iggy' Species: Half-Devil, Cambion Physical Age: Twenties Actual Age: *Deadpan* Height: Varies by Form Weight: *Tail Flick* Gender: Swaps Identity: He/They Build: Athletic/Compact Stance: Leaning Dom, Can Switch Preference: N/A ~~~~The Guidelines~~~~ A set of particular 'possibilities,' giving and receiving applicable. Think of these as likelihoods rather than preferences. Favorites: Tail-fucking, degenerate handholding, fellatio/cunnilingus, Alu', Celestial, Magic, Slow Burn, Multiple Chapters, RP, 'Assistance' Always fun: Teasing. Flirting. Breathplay. Groping. Tail-snuggles. Massages. Anthromorphic. Dub-Con. Bargains. No Promises: Large Groups. Bloodletting. Hardcore BDSM. Feet-play. Non-con Not Likely: Permanent changes. Death. Dismemberment. Bad Ends. Vore. Vampirism. Monogamy. Enslavement. Macro/Micro. PVP. Just No: Toilet behavior. Necrophilia. Underage & presenting. First/Second perspective. Godmode. Tourists. Just-this-once-and-never-again. Faplog. Onehanded typing. Low-effort. ~~~~The Story So Far~~~~ [Have you ever wanted to leave, my child?] "Why would I want to leave, mother?" His voice was a droning, flat tone. There was no enthusiasm behind his words, not a hint of love for the pair of progenitors that stood behind him. His blue eyes looked out over the harsh red planescape from between the smooth, chiseled pillars of blackened volcanic glass and obsidian. He tried to ignore the wind as it sounded like a cacophony of screams; somehow everything here felt wrong- and he couldn't know what 'right' felt like. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, Iggy knew there was another place out there. Some place where the wind was a whitewash of silent static, or the rustle of vibrant flora. The smell of brine flushed into his nostrils, rather than the toxic fumes of brimstone and blood. He had to breathe through his teeth, using those plates like a filter against the corrupted earth and soot that occasionally came with those terrible, howling winds. Iggy turned to face his progenitors; a proud pair of Fiends that grimaced now- knowing that their offspring craved more than what their home could offer. [What's your name, drifter?] His feet were unsteady on the wooden planks, and his lungs were filled with the brine he'd been dreaming about. He was cold; spat from a portal into oceans of shattering stars and oblivion before he could swim to the surface of dark waters. Soaked to the bone and choking on salt; he was dragged from that cruel womb of the sea by a man aboard a ship. Middling in his age, the solitary sailor captain hurried to get the drifter aboard. The voice had asked in Common what his name was, and Iggy nearly replied in his own native tongue. "Ig-- Iggy." [You act like you've never touched an elf before~] "I haven't, actually." Iggy's fingers were entwined into a fishnet trap that might actually have been a Trap; but he didn't mind. The elf staring up at him didn't mind either, a pair of plush black lips spread into a small smile that was hinting at devious while playing with a mask of flirtatious innocence. But the lush and soft skin beneath those intricately woven criss-cross designs was what held his fascination. How smooth. How creamy, and supple. Activity teemed at the edges of his fingers, trying to reach higher beneath that skirt and push the boundaries of his invitation; only to be redirected. ~~~~ Quirks ~~~~ True Seeing and Extrasensory may reveal that Iggy tries especially hard to keep his horns from plain sight. Dispel effects are possible, if roleplayed adequately. Iggy has several abilities that could be listed as Tricks and Treats, such as the power of 'glamor' to keep his horns and other traits hidden. This might be why he's got a normal skin tone... Even for a half-devil, he likes to read! A good book, a set of curves, someone's innermost desires; people watching is a thing he does. Watch out for his tail; sometimes it projects his mood, sometimes it projects his desires. A lot of the time it's a lazy little snake that flicks back and forth or curls around his waist like a belt. Reaching this far in the bio has awarded you a preference: Iggy tends to favor pale characters, and usually switches for Dommy (Muscle) Mommies without turning into a Bitchboi; the transition is usually casual- like being more open to suggestions or 'maternal' commands. |
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| Player: | Effigy |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |